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FUTURE - First Child - basched
FUTURE - First Child
Title: First Child

Pairing/Characters: Becker, Aine Anderson, Gideon Anderson

Genre: Little angst, family.

Rating: Fine for all me thinks.

Summary:  A stranger comes to the future.

A/N: This is part of my Future series of oneshots, which should have been written first. It's part of my Past/Present/Future series and should be read after A Leader's Decision.  The ones that follow this (in order) are as follows: First Kill, First Sight, First Through, There will be another oneshot to finish the Future series off and then New. This is not beta'd so all mistakes are mine. I'm not well at the moment either, so if there's things wrong, it's all down to me. Soz.  Hope you enjoy this.


He had wandered for so very long.

He didn’t know what he was looking for, but the hell, the dirt and dust and blood was all there was. He knew there were people around, but they remained hidden beneath the ground most of the time. The soldiers were watching him, as were the predators and beasts, but the men left him alone, distrusting him when he didn’t approach or make himself known.

He didn’t trust them either.

He had lost everything. His family, his friends, he’d even lost his own smile.

After one terrible storm, when he was caught unaware and above ground, he thought he would die. He wanted to, but it seemed he wasn’t allowed to.

When the blackness took him, he thought that was it, but the voices, the soft Irish lilt called him back and he woke to see a beautiful face.  She was an angel, something pure and wonderful in this hell.

“Don’t say anything now,” the woman said, pressing a damp cloth to his forehead “rest.  Regain your strength.”

“Who are you?”  he groaned as the rest of his surroundings came into focus.

He was in one of the underground shelters.  There were about ten other people, some of whom wore tatty and bloodied military insignia on their clothes and held guns, but the woman was not one of them.  She was beautiful, even though her short cropped hair was dishevelled, even though her torn ragged clothes far from flattered her. But her smile was something he had not seen in a long while.  He’d forgotten that they could even exist.

“I’m Aine and this is my husband. We found you out there and brought you back before the predators could get you. You’re safe, we’ve treated your wounds and you’re going to be okay.”

He looked and saw there was a man, not much older than he was, probably still in his twenties, standing next to her. He looked just as grubby as her, and his glasses were broken on the frames, but as he put his arm around his wife, he smiled too. Though why, he didn’t know.

“We couldn’t let you die,” said Aine, turning and quickly coming back with some water “though the others disagree.  Strangers aren’t welcome if they don’t declare themselves. We saw you arrive a week ago and you were in a right state, worse than all of us. How are you feeling?”

He didn’t know what he was feeling, except for the loss. One minute he had his parents, his sister and friends and the next, he was here…alone. They were dead, he was alive.  It was all he could fathom.

“Rest up, chap.”  The woman’s husband chirped up with an English accent rather than Irish, and gently patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll feel better soon and when you do, you can stay with us. I’m sure the soldiers won’t mind, but they’ll want to know who you are. Do you…have a name?”

He knew his name. He had been given it a long time ago, but not everyone called him by his given name, only his parents called him that. Everyone else used his surname.

“I’m Becker.”

“Please to meet you Becker.  Welcome to Enniskillen!”

Where?  How did he get here?  Becker started to squirm and buck, the couple backed off but the soldiers quickly surrounded him, the mutterings and scared whispers of the others were loud enough for him to hear.  The guns clicked and aimed at his head.

Then he saw that Aine was pregnant.

“Oh no…"

“Just make one more move, son and we will shoot you.” warned the soldier.  Aine didn’t like that and stood in front of Becker, her arms folded across her chest.  “Ma’am, step aside.”

“Touch him and I will end you myself, is that clear?”

It seemed the soldiers weren‘t going to argue with her and who would want to, especially when you knew who she was.

“Sorry, Mrs Anderson.”

Becker couldn’t believe it.

He couldn’t say a thing as Aine and Gideon Anderson took him into their family, fed him with what little morsels of food they could offer and befriended him. He couldn’t refuse either. He had nowhere else to go and so he stayed.

Over the next few months, the others in the group, even the soldiers, warmed to him and Becker finally proved himself when he helped during a predator attack. He became a part of their community and while he loved it, it didn’t feel right.

This wasn’t his family.

But when he had to help deliver Aine’s baby, when he pulled the new born into this world as others nearby were dying, things changed, and it hit him hard.

“It’s a boy.” gasped Gideon, barely containing his joy and tears as he held on to Becker’s shoulder and peered down at his son. “We have a boy.”
A boy, a tiny little boy wriggled in Becker’s hands.
“Oh god.”
None of them had time to savour the moment, to fully enjoy this new life. The soldiers came and they were literally dragged along to the next secure shelter. Becker had to run with this frail boy in his arms and it wasn’t easy.
Everything was a blur again, he didn’t know where he was until Aine’s voice brought him back to reality. He was sitting down on a crate, surrounded by the survivors of the attack who were all looking down at him and the baby.
“This is the first child born in Enniskillen in a number of years.” said one woman.
“Do you two have a name?”  Someone else asked Gideon and Aine.
The couple weren’t sure, they didn’t know, so they both looked to Becker.
“It’s only fair that you name him,” Aine gently stroked her son’s head “You helped bring him into the world.”
Becker nodded, but he was still unsure whether this was really the right thing to do.
“How about Matt? It was my dad’s name.”

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knitekat From: knitekat Date: November 27th, 2013 09:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nice bit of timey-wimey.
basched From: basched Date: November 27th, 2013 10:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you. :)
freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: November 28th, 2013 10:45 am (UTC) (Link)
I love it beautiful girl
basched From: basched Date: November 28th, 2013 02:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Aw... thank you GAL! XD
47eleven From: 47eleven Date: November 29th, 2013 12:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is lovely <3
basched From: basched Date: November 29th, 2013 05:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you. :)
fififolle From: fififolle Date: November 29th, 2013 07:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Bloody hell! That was pretty brilliant :D
basched From: basched Date: November 30th, 2013 10:51 am (UTC) (Link)

Why thanks Fifi! :) Thank you very much! :)
fredbassett From: fredbassett Date: November 30th, 2013 04:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oooh, very timey-wimey!
basched From: basched Date: November 30th, 2013 06:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oh...VERY! :)

Thanks for reading. :)
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